phisle na pao tera chikna hai rasta
najre mila ke chal
main ek sama hu sun o patange
na meri chahat mein jal
phisle na pao tera chikna hai rasta
najre mila ke chal
main ek sama hu sun o patange
na meri chahat mein jal

baithe hai dilwale yaha
lekin inka dil hai kaha
baithe hai dilwale yaha
lekin inka dil hai kaha
ye matlabi hai aaj yaha kal waha
ye matlabi hai aaj yaha kal waha
gussa kyo aaya hujur
kuch baat to jarur hai
phisle na pao tera chikna hai rasta
najre mila ke chal
main ek sama hu sun o patange
na meri chahat mein jal

aye baba mee sante tula
daude tu naku maru bala
aye baba mee sante tula
daude tu naku maru bala
do vacha sahiba uth ke kaha tu chala
babua ka dil khoigwa
are ye kya gajab hui gawa
phisle na pao tera
aye dil tu ye kar le yakin
sathi tera koi nahi
aye dil tu ye kar le yakin
sathi tera koi nahi
hosh mein aana dhokha na kaha hujur
hosh mein aana dhokha na khana kahi
hai sab yaha bewafa inse ye kah de jara
phisle na pao tera chikna hai rasta
najre mila ke chal
main ek sama hu sun o patange
na meri chahat mein jal

Your footing falters, the path is sleek,
Don't meet my gaze as you walk.
I am the flame, listen, moth,
Do not burn in my longing.
Your footing falters, the path is sleek,
Don't meet my gaze as you walk.
I am the flame, listen, moth,
Do not burn in my longing.

Lovers gather, it is true,
But where does their heart reside?
Lovers gather, it is true,
But where does their heart reside?
They are fickle, here today, gone tomorrow,
They are fickle, here today, gone tomorrow.
Why this anger, oh esteemed one?
There must be a reason, truly.
Your footing falters, the path is sleek,
Don't meet my gaze as you walk.
I am the flame, listen, moth,
Do not burn in my longing.

Oh Father, I surrender to you,
Run, do not let misfortune strike.
Oh Father, I surrender to you,
Run, do not let misfortune strike.
Two words, master, where are you off to?
The young man's heart is lost, they say.
Oh, what a strange thing has happened!
Your footing falters...
Oh heart, believe this,
No companion is truly yours.
Oh heart, believe this,
No companion is truly yours.
Come to your senses, do not be deceived,
Come to your senses, do not be deceived.
All are faithless here, tell them so,
Your footing falters, the path is sleek,
Don't meet my gaze as you walk.
I am the flame, listen, moth,
Do not burn in my longing.